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Dedication 5 

President's Message 7 

In Memoriam 9 

Miss Pearson 10 

Upward 11 

Faculty 12 

Training School Faculty 14 

Commencement Program 15 

Class Will 18 

Graduates 21 

Junior Class Day 26 

Address of Welcome 27 

Address to the Underclassmen 28 

Address to the Upperclassmen 29 

Ave Salve Vale! 30 

Ivy Address 31 

Ivy Poem 33 

Senior Class 34 

Junior Class 35 

Sophomore Class 33 

Freshman Class 37 

Beacon Staff 38 

Dramatic Club 39 

W. A. A. 40 

Student Council 41 

Glee Club 42 

Members of String Ensemble 43 

Beacon Beams 44 

Snapshots 51 

Autographs 52 








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I wish to express my appreciation of the spirit of friendliness and 
goodwill with which you greeted me upon my assumption of the office of 
president. In so many ways and so often was this spirit shown, that I 
almost at once felt that I belonged, and that I could say in all sincerity, 
"our college". 

I do not wish to think of our institution as one consisting of a 
president, faculty, and students with sharp distinctions, but rather do I 
consider it as a cooperative family in which each shares responsibilities 
and contributes to the realization of the objectives of the college. 

This is a college with noble traditions. Those who preceded me in 
my office have set high standards of character and achievement which 
shall ever be a challenge to me. The form and expression of ideals 
change, the ideals remain ever the same. This college shall, to the limits 
of my capacity for leadership, continue to educate and train high grade 
teachers for our public schools in an environment and social life that shall 
be beautiful, wholesome, and happy. 

You, as students, are always the first consideration. This college 
exists for you and through you for the State that supports it. To the 
degree it serves you, and you serve it, are its purposes realized. 

Because we are a small college we can know one another. As pres- 
ident, I hope to know you not as a student group but as individuals. In 
the fine spirit in which you have greeted me I trust that the barrier of 
officialdom may be easily broken down and that each one of you will soon 
know me as a personal friend. Of that honor and privilege may I be 

Grover C. Bowman 

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3*t ^emoriam 

1884 - 1936 

The qualities of Mr. Eldridge's character already recounted here are 
those by which we in the training school shall always remember him. We 
appreciate this special privilege of voicing our special respect and affection. 

With all the perplexing details of his responsibilities, with the added 
burden of failing health, he always kept within the scope of his thought 
and interest the children and the teachers of the training school. It was no 
small achievement that due to him the training school personnel felt its 
oneness with the Teachers College in purpose and in understanding. We 
remember him for the truly human interest which brought him often to 
the training classrooms. He rose above the mechanical routine of admini- 
stration to sense the child as the heart of education. 

We shall remember those occasions of a social sort when the spirit of 
fun swept away the restraint of his office and his grand sense of humor 
and gift of fun-making gave great joy to those with him. We shall remem- 
ber him as a personal adviser whose penetrating understanding was tem- 
pered by a true sympathy. We who were here to stand by his side when 
the continuance of this institution was in doubt know how truly deeply he 
loved the school. We shall above all remember him as a man in the truest 
sense of the word. His squareness and trustworthiness find significant 
expression in the record of placement of our graduates, a task and accom- 
plishment that was his. We remember him for his quiet, firm insistence 
on what he felt to be decent and right when the easier way would have 
been to compromise with conscience and to court personal popularity. 

He must, we may be sure, remain in our memories as a man of courage 
almost beyond belief, who day after day gave way by not a fraction of an 
inch to the misery that would have broken the will and courage of the 
average man. To have known one who faced death calmly, bravely and 
with self-control, to have known one who did not know what it was to 
spare himself, who drove himself to the duties cheerfully and vigorously 
as long as mortal strength endured, to have known Albert Eldridge is to 
have been granted a rare privilege and inspiration. 

R. F. H. 

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If any North Adams Normal School graduate, State Teachers' College student, 
faculty member, past or present, were asked to give a synonym for art, the answer 
would be Miss Pearson; so completely does she express the art life of this college. 

Everyone who has learned through her wit and wisdom enjoys more of the 
beauty of living; the eye is "led to look at a tall tuft of flowers beside the brook"; each 
"drinks the wine the morning spills" and sees the light on yonder hills. 

Although Miss Pearson has warm and understanding appreciation of the 
Berkshires, she is quite the wanderer to places strange and fanciful. Her eyes of 
wonder and hands of skill have given to many the joy of vicarious travel, and now that 
"another dream argues the death of an old duty" we wish her great happiness in her 
continued search for beauty. 

G. L. D. 

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"A tree that looks to God all day, 
And lifts its leafy arms to pray." 

These lines by Joyce Kilmer give rise to the debatable question, 
"Why do tree branches point up?" Foresters will tell us that the limbs 
reach upward towards the sun, spreading to admit the light, to allow the 
air to circulate freely, and to stimulate fully the capillary flow of the 
necessary fluids manufactured in the little factories called leaves. This 
reply is correct but does this material explanation satisfy? Does it 
leave with the hearer the same feeling, the same sudden realization of the 
greatness of the Heavenly Father that Kilmer's explanation leaves? 

His lines give a wonderfully simple and natural answer to the ques- 
tion. It is a pleasant thought, that of a tree spending its lifetime in a 
gentle, murmuring prayer to the Great Creator, a prayer emphasized by 
every sighing wind or careless breeze, by each rude storm which, passing, 
leaves the sturdy limbs tempest tossed, still pointing upward, and by 
myriads of happy songsters who, nesting in the foliage, send their sweet 
chorus to the heavens in a melodious sweep of sound. In sunshine or 
storm, by day or night, in summer or winter, spring or fall, the "leafy 
arms" are eternally lifted, rendering praise. 

These two answers to the problem are both fine. Each contains a 
beautiful thought, but one is material; the other, ethereal. One is printed 
in science textbooks ; the other is written indelibly in the hearts of many, 
small and great. One satisfies the intellect; the other, the soul. One is 
taught in the classroom; the other we learn to value highly as we journey 
through life. 

Each explanation is absolutely necessary. Food is needed for both 
mind and soul, and food for both is found in the answer to our question. 
Without the spirit, of what use are the workings of the mind? Without 
the thought behind, of what use the spirit? Without Kilmer's beautiful 
idea of the Being behind our being, of what good the wonderful story of 
the life He gave? Our little question is answered. The thoughts which 
have risen from it have challenged ages of wise and brilliant men. 

Rita Mead '37 

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Mr. Bowman received his A.B. from Williams in 1906 and his A.M. from Yale in 
1912. He has also done graduate work at Columbia. 

He began his work in the educational field at a private academy in New York City. 
For about five years he was rural supervisor in various towns in Connecticut. He was 
superintendent at Fairfield - Westport, Seymour, and Thompsonville, Connecticut. He 
was instructor of education at Middlebury College Summer School from 1914 to 1918 
and at the Yale Summer School from 1920 to 1924. He came to North Adams as 
superintendent in 1922. Mr. Bowman has been a member of the faculty of the Univer- 
sity Extension Department for thirteen years. 


Instructor in Reading Methods, Children's Literature, Language Methods, Activities 

and the Integrated Curricula, Story Telling, Hand Writing, Geography, American 

History, and Education for better Human Relations. 

Miss Batchelder is a graduate of Bridgewater Normal School. She received her 

B.S. in Education from Boston University and an M.A. from Teachers College, 


She has attended many summer schools and has taught in several. Being a spe- 
cialist in reading and music, she has traveled all over United States lecturing and 
demonstrating for Silver Burdett and Co. Miss Batchelder's experience as a teacher 
of primary grades was obtained at North Reading, Wakefield, and other Massa- 
chusetts towns. She was also primary supervisor at Salem Normal School in charge 
of four rooms. 

Instructor of Music 

Miss Boyden is a graduate of Bridgewater Normal School. She received her B.S. 
and A.M. from Boston University. She has had experience as head of Music Depart- 
ment, Friends School, Wilmington, Delaware, Director of Girls' and Womens' Activi- 
ties at St. Bartholemew Parish House, New York City, acting Dean at the Gorham 
Normal School, Maine, Academic head of Junior High at the Knox School, Coopers- 
town, New York, and Resident Director of the Students' House, Boston. 

Miss Boyden has also had six years of intensive private study in piano, organ, 
and voice. 

Instructor in Practical Arts 
Mr. Cummings is a graduate of the North Adams Schools and has taken u summer 
course at Columbia University. He is Manual Training Supervisor of the North Adams 
Schools as well as at the State Teachers College. 

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College Librarian 

Miss Donelson is a graduate of the North Adams Normal School, she has attended 

the Breadloaf School of English, and studied under Professor Boas and others. She 

has taught at the Mark Hopkins School and at the Tome School for Boys, Maryland. 


Director of Practice Teaching 

Principal of Mark Hopkins Training School, Insructor in 

Educational Psychology, Methods, and Management 

Mr. Holmes received his A.B. degree from Wesleyan University, and his Ed.M. 

from Boston University. 

He has had experience as Teaching Principal in Cummington, Massachusetts, In- 
structor in Latin, ancient history and English literature at the Wellesley Hills Junior 
High School, and Supervising Principal at Quincy, Massachusetts. 


Instructor in Arithmetic Method, Educational Psychology, 
Rural Education, and Civic Education. 
Miss Jenkins is a graduate of Aroostook State Normal School, received her M.A. 
Degree from Columbia, and has had graduate study at Plymouth, New Hampshire Nor- 
mal School, Johnson, Vermont Normal School, Columbia University, and Chicago 

She has been demonstration teacher and supervisor of primary grades at Aroos- 
took State Normal School, Maine principal of State Teachers Training Class, Barre, 
Vermont, supervisor of rural Schools in Delaware, and instructor in rural education in 
Delaware University. 

Instructor in Art and Handicraft. 
Miss Pearson is a graduate of Abbot Academy and the Massachusetts School of 
Art. She has had various summer courses at Round Lake, Saratoga, and Glens Falls. 
New York, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, Harvard University, Salem Normal 
School, State Teachers College at Amherst, Rhode Island School of Design, New York 
School of Fine and Applied Arts, and State Normal School, North Adams. 

Her experience includes two years of rural work at Reading, one year in the grade 
school of Southbridge. She has been supervisor of art in towns around Boston. 

Instructor in American and English Literature, Drama, History of Civilization, 

and English Composition 
Miss Underhill is a graduate of RadclifFe, A.B. and A.M. She received her degree 
of Master of Education from Harvard in 1932. 

She has taught college preparatory English in private schools in Oregon and Conn- 
ecticut. She has been assistant in English at Harvard Summer School, and held in- 
structorships in English at the North Carolina College for Women, Wellesley College, 
and Bryn Mawr College. 

For the four years from 1926 to 1929 she was reader at the College Entrance 
Examination Boards. 


Instructor in Science, Economics. Arithmetic, and Advanced Mathematics. 

Mr. Venable received his B.S. from the University of Vermont and his A.M. from 
Columbia University. 

He has taught in rural schools in Shaftsbury and Bennington, Vermont. He was 
principal of the high school in Waitsfield and of junior-senior high school in Jefferson- 
ville, Vermont, and has served as instructor at the North Adams Summer School. 

Instructor in Hygiene, Child Health, Sanitation, and Theory of Physical Education, 

Director of Physical Education 
Miss Weston was graduated from the Sargent School of Physical Education, and 
received her B.S. and Ed.M. in education from Boston University. 

She has had experience in the teaching of physical education in New Brunswick 
and Atlantic City, New Jersey, and Brookline and Canton, Massachusetts. She has 
taught at Harvard Summer School, Hyannis Summer School, and at various play- 
grounds and girls' camps. 

Matron of T a conic Hall 



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Fannie A. Bishop, B.S.E. 
Alice M. Card 
Ethel M. Carpenter 
Viola Cooper 
Martha E. Durnin 
E. Idella Haskins 
Catherine L. Tobin, B.S.E. 

Marion H. Ketchum 

Loretta J. Loftus 

Veronica A. Loftus 

Ruth A. Lyman 

Helen E. Mallery 

Mary A. Nagle 

It is to you, the teachers of Mark Hopkins, that we, the seniors, are especially 
grateful. You have indeed been of invaluable assistance to us during these past four 
years. To each of you, each one of us can truthfully say, "Thou wert my guide, 
philosopher, and friend." 

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Tuesday, June Fifteenth, at Two O'Clock 

PROCESSIONAL— Priests' March Mendelssohn 



PRAYER Reverend Pliny Allen 

ADDRESS Reverend Eugene Marshal, D. D. 


A SPIRIT FLOWER Campbell-Li pton-Treherne 

Glee Club 

CLASS GIFTS Alma Benedetti '37 - Betty Neyland '38 


Roger L. Pat man 

Member of Advisory Board, 
Department of Education 


God bless our native land! 
Firm may she ever stand 

Through storm and night! 
When the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of wind and wave 
Do Thou our country save, 
By Thy great might! 

For her our prayers shall be, 
Our father's God, to thee 

On Thee we wait! 
Be her walls Holiness; 

Her rulers, Righteousness; 
Her officers be Peace ; 

God save the State! 

John S. Dwight 

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September 16 Opening of College 

September 18 Freshman Reception 

September 25 Recital by Mr. and Mrs. Safford 

September 29 W. A. A. Picnic 

October 2 Depression Dance 

October 6 Fashion Show 


October 22 Mountain Day 

October 23 Sophomore Hop 

October 30 Hallowe'en Party 

November 2 Lecture by Rev. Closson 

November 12 Lecture by Sup't. Bowman 

November 23 Illustration of Oil Painting by Mr. Blake 

December 11 Scavenger Hunt 

December 22 Christmas Party 

January 8 Senior Formal 

January 12 Tea for Pres. and Mrs. Bowman 

January 29 Drama Club Play 

January 29-31 Winter Carnival 

February 7 Sleigh Ride 

February 12 Glee Club Concert 

February 19 W. A. A. Dance 

March 19 ... St. Patrick's Dance 

April 2 Sophomore Relief Dance 

April 23 Freshmen Spring Dance 

May 11 Lecture by Mr. Fowler 

May 11 Play Day 

May 17 Cap and Gown Day 

May 17 Pres. Bowman's Installation 

May 18 Todd Lecture by Father Aherne 

May 28 May Festival 

June 4 Senior Dinner Dance 

June 11 Junior Prom 

June 14 Junior Class Day 

June 15 Commencement 

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It moves me now to take this time 
To state some facts in prose or rhyme; 
In rhyme or prose, it doesn't matter, 
It all sums up to female chatter. 

As freshmen, on excitement bent, 
Our first year passed without event, 
Except for work and one romance, 
A Christmas party and a dance. 

The Twig of Thorn, an Irish play, 
With Winnie Smith and Tiny Shea, 
Brought us into the famed limelight 
And made us noted in one night. 

'Twas then the love bug indiscreet 
Swept two young soph'mores off their feet. 
Mark Hopkins next drew our attention 
Results of which I need not mention. 

Our junior year caused all to see 
That we agreed to disagree 
Upon all matters, small and great, 
Which are too num'rous to relate. 

But our heart interests were the same 
In senior year we made our name, 
For with our Fair of Seven Cents 
The scholarship fund did grow immense. 

The New Year brought us Mister B., 
Sometimes we call him Grover C. 
His tactics please us to the letter, 
His dormitory rules far better. 

With happy looks and satisfied, 

We donned our caps and gowns with pride, 

A happier, wiser class were we 

Than when we came in thirty-three. 

So may my friends, yes, everyone, 
Mark these events as I have done, 
So that they may, what e'er befalls, 
The history of our class recall. 

Rita Mead '37 

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We, the melancholy seniors, the "forgotten man" of next year, with 
joyful sighs and crocodile tears, swear this document to be our last will 
and testament. We wish to state that we are acting under no coercion 
from the underclassmen, and under no circumstances do we desire this 
will to be contested in court. 

We hereby name the "fire escape" and the skeleton in the hygiene 
room as the executors of this famous masterpiece. 

To the school we bequeath the honor and the glory of the class of '37, 
and money for a new arena in which the underclassmen can be comfort- 
able in any fight they may wish to promote. 

To Miss Pearson - a set of new drawing easels for her classroom 
which will not become loosened and fall with a loud clatter during a de- 
monstration of the correct way to draw goblets, books and flower pots. 

To Miss Jenkins - our dearly beloved class advisor, who was al- 
ways a silent but effective influence on our stormy class meetings, we 
leave the season's crop of vegetables, flowers and novelties to be used at 
the next Seven Cent Fair, together with a mechanical clean-up man who 
will attend to all replacements about one A. M. the morning after. 

To President Bowman - we, the senior class, give the honor and 
privilege of publishing our sociological research papers, which we already 
consider famous documents. We suggest that the profits be added to the 
fund started earlier in the year for new furniture in the dormitory. 

To Miss Underhill - we leave a perfect class, if such exists ; one 
that does all the suggested readings, attends the right moving pictures, 
knows how to sit through 2:15 class on Friday without looking sleepy, 
and does not groan aloud when truly collegiate assignments are posted. 
This class will also appreciate Miss Underbill's efforts to keep alive that 
old college custom known as "mid-years". In case the beneficiary misin- 
terprets the above, we would like to state that there is much to be read in 
between the lines. 

To Mr. Holmes - we leave a large roll of adhesive tape to be used 
in silencing the more loquacious members of his junior and senior classes 
who are never satisfied with anything, and who keep him up all night re- 
arranging training school assignments. 

To Miss Batchelder - a new system of ventilation so designed that 
windows can be opened at any time without incurring the wrath of the 
engineer. This system will also provide fur coats for the more suscep- 
tible students who find the temperature of the classroom too frigid for any 
thought or concentration. 

To Miss Boyden - an electric eye to pick out the guilty individuals 
who find chorus period a golden opportunity to finish a letter or to dis- 
cuss the clever remarks of the latest male acquaintance who has found 
his way into the sacred haunts of Anes'. 

To Mr. Venable - a mechanical question box which will automatic- 
ally flash forth his pet questions "Why?" and "What do you think about 
it?" whenever a bewildered student finds enough courage to ask about the 
intricacies of the electric motor or the action of a wet cell. 

To Miss Weston - a rabbit's foot to carry in her pocket from hence- 
forth and forever more, especially during the skiing season. If this charm 
fails to keep that active person on her feet we suggest that some of the 
members of the ski club undertake the work. 

To Miss Donelson - a petite mannequin and a spacious salon in 
which to exhibit her luxurious wardrobe, which is the envy of all the girls 
at S. T. C. We feel that she needs some assistance, because she has so many 
charming clothes that she does not have the opportunity to wear them all. 

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To Mr. Cummings - a set of balls and chains which, when fastened 
to the legs of members of his class, will help them to resist the temptation 
of attending the matinees at the local theatres and keep their minds fast- 
ened upon the arts of woodwork. 

To Mrs. Van Etten - a dependable, sphinx-like robot who will not 
mind waiting until the final stroke of the bell at Mark Hopkins sounds 
the hour of eleven, when all good little dorm girls say "good night" and 
troop up the steps and into the dimly lighted halls of the dormitory. 
Answering telephone calls in the booth will also be a duty of this valuable 

To Miss Allyn - the eyes and ears of N. A. S. T. C, - an elevator and 
a pair of roller skates, which ought to be of great assistance to her in 
carrying out her duties. 

To Miss Ferguson - a miniature rubber doll which, when squeezed, 
will say "You owe the state some money. When do you think you will be 
able to pay?" This doll might be placed in the office, where its operation 
would be most effective. 

To the training school faculty - a training school that is a reality 
and not a mere dream, modelled after the latest trends in modernistic 
architecture, made of glass, so that each room will have an equal amount 
of sunlight. 

To the underclassmen - we bequeath a borax ski slide for all future 
winter carnivals. All they need to buy is the borax for the front lawn 
and terraces. 

To the dormitory girls - we willingly leave the big brown house 
across from the school to be used as an incinerating playroom with im- 
flammable furniture and fixtures. (This is just in case the girls finally 
get tired of walking down the hill twice a day.) 

To next year's house president - we leave the bulldog tenacity and 
the gentle spirit of Helen Stokey. 

To Mary Connors - very generously (we think) is left the dignity 
and formality at dances that only Winnie Smith could ever possess. 

To Louise Long - Rita Mead gives her coloratura soprano voice and 
her ability to get high marks without much effort. 

To Rita Conway - goes the reserve and art of "minding one's own 
business", an accomplishment belonging to only one girl - Ann Berte. 

To Marge Bowers - the precious "night cap" owned by Helen Strehle 
is very willingly bequeathed. "That's to keep your head from catching 
cold, Marge." 

Doris Bourdeau leaves her "sun-tan" prescription to Ruth Dennison 
with the hope that she will follow the directions just as carefully as that 
particular senior girl did herself. 

To Evelyn Rustemeyer - we bequeath the entire class' ability to 
"take it" (criticism). 

Rowena Pittsinger leaves the whole of her wardrobe to whichever 
one of the two girls in the junior class it may fit. 

To Janet Jillson - Ruth Card leaves all future "butler" parts, hoping 
that Janet will be able to portray them one-tenth as well as Ruth did. 

Dot Dupell's duties as chaperon at all dances are tranferred with 
pleasure to Betty Neyland. 

To Betty Davine and Ginny Belanger - Margaret Stewart very 
thoughtfully leaves the long-sought after studio couch in front of Miss 
Underbill's room. Please use discretion, girls. 

To Bertha Ray - the pride and prejudice of French aristocracy is 
left by the regal Irene Gingras. 

To Margaret La Fountaine - the Bible and all its quotations is be- 
queathed by Marge Nevel. (Be sure to bring it to assemblies on Monday 
mornings, Peg.) 

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To Helen Gravelle - Doris Chonard bequeaths a set of twelve popu- 
lar records, to be used for "poverty dances" only. In the event that they 
are used for any other purpose, Elizabeth Dresbold is given our full con- 
sent to break them, in Doris Chonard's backyard. 

To Dot Jacob - the knack and the ability to sell anything from a 
vegetable to a peanut is left by that very capable salesgirl, Ruth Pomeroy. 

To Anne Degnan - Muriel Sherman leaves her booklet entitled, 
Ho iv To Be Beautiful Though Thin. It might come in handy, Anne. 

To Barbara Goodwin - the sole honor and art of how to preside at 
class meetings is very graciously bequeathed by Alma Benedetti. 

To Louise Pignatielli - is revealed the secret of how to be healthy 
though loquacious, (the one who let the cat out of the bag being no other 
than Evelyn Lucy.) 

Signed Catherine Shea 
Ann Berte 

Witnesses "The Russian Horse" 
-The Greek God" 

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51+ Bradford Street 


North Adams, Mass. 

Class President 4 
Vice-President of Class 2, 3 
Student Council 4 
Chairman of Freshman Clas 

Drama Club 
Art Club 3 

5, 4 

Head of Sports 3 
Basketball 1, 2. 4 
Archery 1 

W.A.A. Board of Awards I, 2. 3 
Bridgewater Conference 3 
Westtield Conference 4 
"She is pretty to walk with 
And witty to talk with 
And pleasant, loo, to think on." 
Do you remember Alma as the good-looking furniture mover in 
the Christmas play, grinning happily as she worked? Somehow that 
was typical of Alma. Whenever there's work to be done, we find her 
there. When we need a friend Alma is always willing to listen to our 
tale of woe and we find her a sympathetic advisor. She is good to 
work with, good to play with, and good to look at. But no one can 
tell her so. because, above all. she is modest. 

71+ Perrine Avenue Pittsfield, Massachusetts 

Drama Club Play 4 W. A. A. Secretary 3 

Drama Club 1, 2, 3. 4 Beacon Staff 2 

Class Play 2 Glee Club 2 

President of House Council 3 
"She smiles and the w rid is hers." 
Or if it isn't, she wins and bears it. thereby making life pie 
for everyone around her. Friends and acquaintances alike enjoy and 
value her sincerity and dependability, and envy her poise. It is by 
no means only on the stage (page "Evangeline"] that she reads wise 
books, write- cleverly, and wears her clothi s well. 

116 Third Street Turners Falls, M issachusetts 

Drama Club 1, 2, 3 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3 

W, A. A. Vice-President 3 House ( ouncil 3 

W. A. A. President 4 Basketball 1. 2, i, I 

Westfield Confi rence 4 
'Tis but a part wi see, and not a whole. 
Underneath Doris' reserve is an unusually friendly nature. Per- 
haps she tries to hide her real self, but she ci rtainly doi - not sui i eed. 
Watch her hurrying capably about when she is doing committee work' 
As for her charm and vivacity on the dance floor. — nothing exi i 
but the vividness of her blushes when you tease her. We an ' proud 
of Doris' athletic ability. And need we remind sou of her interest in 
the manual arts' 

Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 
Drama Club 1, 2, 3, 
Drama Club Play 1 

Be, icon 1 

151+0 North Street Pittsfield, Massachusetts 

Chairman of Finances 3 
4 Basketball I, 2, 3, 4 

4 Archery _' 

Tennequoit 2 
"She'll find a way." 
You're here — you're then — yi u're ev< rywhere. A line from a 
popular song? No. We're just talking about our pal Ruth when 
there's something to be done. In other words -lie'- always right on 
deck. We just naturally put Ruthie in the list of scholars. When it 
conies to math, and science,- -well, you know the rest. 

We hear that Ruth knows a lot about Mexico. In fact we think 
she would shine on the subject in a Human Relations class. 

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31 Veazie Street North Adams, Massachusetts 

Student Council 4 Reading Club President 3 

Drama Club President 4 Basketball 1. 2, 3, 4 

Drama Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Volleyball 1, 2, 3, 4 

Drama Club Play 1, 4 

"In athletics you excel, 

It's hard to find your parallel." 
Doris' part in the senior play was perfect for her. You never can 
tell about the underlying seriousness of these seemingly sophisticated 
people! Doris can fill many roles — in dramatics, in sports, and in 
scholarship. We are sure that Doris' good taste will carry her far, for 
"art is the keynote of her soul." 


56 Spring Street W illiamstown , Massachusetts 


Glee Club 3, 4 
Secretary Glee Club 3 

Reading Club 3 
Drama Club 4 
Basketball 3, 4 
"Her voire is like the warbling of a bird 
So sofl, so sweet, so delicately clear." 
When she joined us, junior year, Dot was indeed an addition to 
our class. Hirst, there was her voice. She proved to be a life-saver 
for us, for she came just when we most needed musical help. Many of 
us remember with gratitude her willingness to make her rumble seat 
an imitation of a sardine tin. And who can ever forget her cordial 
domesticity at the Drama Club dinner? 

9 Leonard Street Blackiuton, Massachusetts 

B. S.. Massachusetts State College 
Glee Club 4 

"Her air, her manners, all who saw admired. 

Courteous though coy. and gentle, though retired. 

The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed. 

And case of heart her every look conveyed." 
The poet left out the dimples, though. And shouldn't there be 
something about books? Irene, who joined our class in senior year. 
was a welcome accession, from every point of view. 

15 Nelson Street North Adams, Massachusetts 

Class Treasurer 3, 4 
Basketball 1. 2. 3. 4 

Drama Club 1, 4 
Glee Club 1. 2. 3, 4 
W. A. A. Executive Board 1 
"She is a little maiden with big ideas." 
Evelyn has been the self-starter of many of the new ideas and plans 
for the class of '37. Even our marvelous singing was due in part to the 
"Za-Za-Za" exercise, — a "Lucy idea." We shall never forget Evelyn's 
merry laughter, which has brightened up many hours at S. T. C, nor 
her infectious smile, nor the innocently solemn demeanour she could 
assume when necessary. Many thanks to you. Evelyn, for the hours 
spent in figuring out the class accounts! It must have been a compli- 
cated task, especially at the time of the Seven Cent Fair. 

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33 Curtis Terrace Pittsfield, Massachusetts 


Student Council 1, 2 Class Day-Ivy Poem i 

Editor-in-Cliicf of the Beacon 4 Drama Club 1, 2. 3, 4 

Beacon Staff 1 . 2 Class Play 2 

Massachusetts Press Conference .? Glee Club 1,2..? 
Chairman of Assembly Programs 3 Basketball 1. 2. 4 

"From what has happened, we may infer what will happen.*' 
From tlie heart of the Berkshires comes Rita — the girl who 
struggled 'neath the burning midnight oil to keep the Beacon shining. 
During the hours between dawn and dusk, if Rita is not reading a book 
— or writing one — she is functioning as informal assistant in the college 
library. In spite of collegiate trials, tribulations, and responsibilities, 
the social side has not been overlooked in Rita's scheme of things. 
Whether she is one of the gang on the dorm's second floor, or the other 
member of a party of two, one can always expect good fun from Rita. 


976 State Road North Adams, Massachusetts 


The C. B.. Gordon College. Boston 

"She doelh little kindnesses. 
Which most leave undone, >r forget." 
The dignity of quiet self-confidence is Marge's most notable chai 
acteristic. Her tine sense of humor, sincerity and power of sympathy 
have won for her many friends in tin- one yeai thai 3he has bi 
member of our class. In the science of x and y. Marge has few equals, 
but, seriously, her spirit of industry explains to ,i large degri 
ability as a student. We prophesy for Mai sful career, sin- 

will be one of those teachers who truly "understands." 

Chesterfield, Massach usetts 

Vice-President of class 1. 4 Secretarj ol < lass 3 

Glee Club Secretary 2 Glee < lub I. 2 

Her loveliness, so absoluti the seem 

1 nd in In i\,li , omplele; so well to I 
Her own, that what she wills to do oi say, 
Seems wisest, vit In 
Which do you prefer for Rowena this classical quotation, or one 
from a contemporary and local so irce: "Cutest thing that's hap] ened 
around here in a long time. She looks like somebody's little sister!"? 
But you can't judge everything by si/,- 1 Rowena counts heavilj 
in our class, as steadfast worker and .is staunch friend. And her eyes 
art n't small! How wide they can open with wonder, and how they 
can gleam with mischief. 

Chesterfield, Massach usetts 

"In everything we plan I" do, 

She's a good sport through mul through." 

Anybody who has been in Ruth's company knows that she i- 
ready and willing for anything. Her ability to discuss practically any 
phase of geology will make her a favourite with the older pupils where 
ever she maj teach. It was worth sitting through the dullest i lass to 
hear Ruth, wide-eyed, say to the instructor. "But 1 don't see why!" 

We're certain that her pupils will be grateful lor her sense of humor 
and her unfailing goodnature. 

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322 Ashland Street North Adams, Massachusetts 


Drama Club 2, 3, 4 Beacon Staff 4 

Drama Club Play 4 May Carnival 4 

Class Play 2 Class Day Speaker 3 

May Queen 4 
"Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair." 
Although on the stage Tiny is the feminine lead of the senior class, 
in school life she is willing to be just one of the cast. But what a 
smiling member she is. unperturbed by the minor tragedies, always 
ready for comedy, never shirking her part in work. To save trouble, 
any list of her virtues, talents, and assets could be shortened by using 
the phrase el al . 

28 Alden Avenue Pittsfield, Massachusetts 

Glee Club 2 Basketball 3. 4 

"A pea-l of great price." 

Muriel doesn't tell everything she knews. If she did. that would 
be saving a lot, because. — well, we were tempted to use that obviously 
apt quotation. 

"And still the wond:r grew 

That one small head could carry all she knew." 
It isn't just lessons she knows. There isn't much she misses, and if 
you should eavesdrop upstairs, at noon, you'd find out that Muriel 
can be Ioq lacious. And, by the way. we know why she has her as- 
signments always ready. We find that every morning on her ride to 
school she studies to the purr-r of Joe's fast car. 


872 Mercer Street Albany, New York 


President of Student Council 4 
President of Class 1, 2 
Secretary of Student Council 3 
New York Conference 4 
Massachusetts Press Conference 3 
House Council 3 

W. A. A. Conference 1 
Drama Club 1, 2, 3, 4 
Drama Club Play 1, 4 
Class Play 2 
Ivy Oration 3 
Beacon Staff 1, 4 
Glee Club 2 
"A ho v se, a horse, my kingdom for a horse." 
Winnie bears equably both the joys and sorrows which are the 
inevitable accompaniments of responsibility. She can be serious or 
frivolous, as the occasion demands. She can be infectiously amusing 
in a Noel Coward play, or becomingly serious as the representative 
of the student body at official ceremonies. In private life she is very 
"human", as her many friends know. 


2 Church Hill North Adams, Massachusetts 


Acadia University, Wolfville, Nova Scotia 
Glee Club 4 
"In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow 
Thou'rl such a touch, testy, pleasant fellow 
Hast so much wit, and mirth and spleen about thee. 
That there's no living with thee, or without thee." 
Whenever the name Einstein is heard on the campus we know that 
the would-be mathematician and scientist is about. Her expository 
efforts in behalf of the historical points of interest in the Berkshire 
Hills will long be remembered by those who heard her. As wise as 
she is witty, she lias added much to our class. 

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10 Park Street 

Turners Falls, Massachusetts 

Drama Club Secretary 2 Glee Club 1, 2, 3 

Basketball 1, 2. 4 Class Treasurer 1, 2 

Secretary of House Council 3 
"Still waters run deep." 

What Helen is thinking about when she is so quiet she will never 
tell. But she isn't always quiet. Shall we ever forget the goal- she 
made for us in basketball? She was the star forw-rd of the Benedetti 
team. And she is a star, one of those "steadfast" ones, as a friend. — a 
friend equally ready to exchange serious confidences or to share de- 
cidedly unserious jokes. 

As for her future, her career is. perhaps, not entirely in her own 

69 Bellevue Avenue Adams, Massachusetts 

Class President 3 Chairman of 7c Fair 4 

(lass Secretary 1, 2. 4 (lass Day Welcome 3 

Student Council 1, 2 Junior Prom Committee 3 

Glee Club 1. 2 
"She is kind as she is fair. 
For beauty dwells 'i'ilh kindness." 
Lo. here is our ambassador of good will! This is the lass who not 
only always knew, but did the correct tiling. In work nr play, Helen 
was always ready. She was the envy of us all. Sin never had to 
worry about whom she was to invite to a dance. 

Her great difficulty here has been to maintain her identity at the 
office. Imagine mistaking anyone else for Helen. She still smiles on, 
whether it be at her "twin" or with her. 

Marguerite Street 


Lee, Massachusetts 

Basketball 1,2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2 

House Council 3, 4 Art Club 3 

"Sweeter than the breath of spring 

Is tin- joy a friend i an bi 
Who rejoices in our gladness 
And gives solace in <>»>• sadness." 
When a person needs a friend. Aldina is waiting. With kind yet 
truthful frankness she has always been ready to help. There is no 
sham or pompousness about Aldina. She has a gift for seeing lifi 
it really is without its romanticism, yet she is nut pessimistic nor 
cynical. She takes life and people fur what they are truly worth. 
Whatever life may do to her it will never overcome her. 

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Thursday, June Eleven, at Two O'Clock 





POEM Fibich 

String Ensemble 


RESPONSE . . . Elizabeth Xeyland, '38 

PSYCHE Paladilhe 

THE DANCE Moszkowski 

Glee Club 

AVE, SALVE. VALE! Elizabeth Doris Chouard 

CLASS SONG Dorothy A. Dupell 



Ivy Song Class of 1937 

Ivy Address Winifred K. Smith 

Planting the Ivy Helen M. Stoke y 

Response Elizabeth Xeyland, '38 

Poem .... Elizabeth Rita Mead 
North Adams for Aye 


STEP SING Taeonic Hall 


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President Eldridge, members of the faculty, parents, and friends : 
To this class day, the class of 1937 bids you welcome. The time that 

is given to us today for these exercises is much too short to express our 

many thanks. 

To you, President Eldridge and members of the faculty, we offer 
heartfelt gratitude. We entered this college with only a few ideas of 
what was meant by teaching. Through your guidance and leadership you 
have made us understand that to teach is more than to be present in a 
classroom telling children what to do. Now we know that being a teacher 
means that we are shaping the characters of the people who will form 
the next generation. We are especially grateful to the training school fac- 
ulty. The experiences that you have given us are invaluable. All the time 
that you have spent with us will be doubly appreciated when we come to 
conduct our own classes. In your demonstrations you have set a goal for 
us toward which to work. This goal is far ahead of us at present, but we 
know there is a possibility of reaching it if we teach with you as our 

Towards our parents we feel the deepest thankfulness. You are the 
ones who gave us the opportunity to gain the education which this college 
offers to the girls of Massachusetts. You started us in the public schools 
under the guidance of the teachers of your generation. Many of those 
teachers were graduates of this institution. You were so satisfied with 
the results of their work that you were willing for us to follow the same 
fine vocation. For three years we have been preparing for the teaching 
profession. This has meant great sacrifices to you, but we trust that you 
will be repaid in the work we do. 

To the friends of this college we are greatly indebted, for you were 
the ones who saw the necessity of keeping this institution open. It was 
you who worked for the cause of education in this part of the state, you 
who have ever stood ready to aid us in time of need. Each one of you has 
helped us in your own particular way. It is fitting that you should be the 
ones who are here today. 

We shall be students as long as we live, for to educate is to lead out— 
—to guide from the known forward into the greater unknown. 

In changing times like these, times of which it might well be said 
that they are "times that try men's souls", the future is indeed an un- 
known quantity to us. But whatever the developments of this rapidly ad- 
vancing age, our children will need to be intelligent and loyal citizens. 
Our mission as teachers is to develop their intelligence and enrich their 
loyalty. At the reunion of the alumnae of this college, Commissioner 
Reardon said, "It is the end, the purpose of the school system of Massa- 
chusetts to train its children in a proper knowledge of and a true appre- 
ciation for their rights and their duties under the American system." It 
is toward this end that the schools of Massachusetts have been working for 
the past one hundred years, and it is toward this end that we shall devote 
our work. 

Helen Stokey '37 

"page twenty-seven 


Today I'm not going to tell you about life as a journey, life as a 
struggle, or life solemn with standards to maintain and lofty goals to 
achieve. I'm going to tell you about life as life. I'll not even pretend 
that this is the last time you are to see me. Consequently, if I make any 
broad sweeping statements now, next year you can see for yourself if I 
invalidate them. 

Perhaps you are wondering what the topic "life as life" means. It's 
really very simple, the aspect of it that I shall discuss today. It just covers 
your life up here at college. We all know that college life isn't a simple 
one; neither is it so very difficult. We all have our ups and downs, times 
when things don't go along so smoothly as we would like to have them. 
However, sometimes we make mountains out of molehills, so to speak, and 
let little things get the best of us. Remember that it has been said, by 
Disraeli, that "Little things affect little minds." 

Of course, this doesn't apply to you. Everyone knows what great 
minds teachers and students have. You never wail and moan about too 
much work to do ; you never grumble and fret about trivial matters. Other 
students in other colleges do that, but not you. 

You like all your teachers ; that is, to a certain extent. But certain- 
ly, you are not like some grammar school and high school children who 
think of teachers in the same category as policemen, jailors, or judges. 
You think of them as your friends, desiring to help you, to enrich your 
lives with knowledges they have acquired and which you as yet have not 
had a chance to assimilate. 

Your life up here need not be burdened and thwarted by petty argu- 
ments and jealousies. You can practice ahead for good citizenship by sup- 
porting wholeheartedly your club and class officers. Of course, you 
wouldn't dream of staying away from any social function, and you just 
beg for the honor of being on the clean-up committee after a dance. As 
for academic matters, you give credit where credit is due, and don't be- 
grudge your friend a higher mark than you. 

Is it not almost disconcertingly likely that the way we act up here 
vill strongly influence the direction our characters will take when we are 
)ut of college? A degree is not going to work a miracle and make us over. 
Why not see to it that right now we free ourselves from the childish habits 
)f small-mindedness, petty jealousies, silly quarrels, and unfair growling 
md grumbling. 

In our life up here we have a mixture of duties and pleasures in con- 
lection with lessons and teacher-training, athletics, and social activities, 
^et us try to take the bitter with the sweet and be what we think we are, 
>ut usually aren't, broadminded. 

Catheriyie Shea '37 

page twenty-eight 


The advice to the underclassmen I'm sure is gratefully received. 
But may I remind you that the misunderstood sophomores are no longer 
underclassmen? We are about to enter the sacred realm of the upper- 
classmen. Even the freshmen's rank has been moved up a peg. In short, 
we are not so insignificant as we were in September. Only by the light of 
your guiding lantern, dear upperclassmen, has our path been pointed out 
to us. Had it not been for these shining examples would the sophomores 
know exactly how clean the city keeps the nooks and crannies of the post- 
office steps? Would the freshmen know exactly how many inches long 
Main Street is? By the way, "Little things affect little minds." Perhaps 
Disraeli should have added a P. S. saying that this excludes upperclassmen. 
This would help us a great deal next year. 

Yes, upperclassmen, the path of life at college is "life as life". You 
know, - just one happy song. But you optimistic lassies with your degrees 
within a stone's throw forget the ruts in this royal road to learning. Why 
bother with pessimistic ideas on a festive occasion like this? As you have 
said, life is no longer compared tritely to the well-known journey, that 
struggle, that climb, but there are still roads to be traveled. Modern traf- 
fic is confused and confusing, and we of tne well known younger genera- 
tion are learning to drive safely and skillfully. We do not carry a torch, 
but we are at tht, wheel, whether it be in a Model T or Rolls-Royce. 

Betty Neyland '38 


Oh Alma Mater, grand and dear, 
We'll soon leave your halls. 
We've spent happy hours here 
And now as we pause, 
Fond mem'ries come drifting 
Like clouds thru the sky, 
Conquests, dreams, and ambitions 
And joys gone by. 

Farewell, dear Alma Mater, 
Our glad voices sing. 
With praises unending 
These cherished halls ring; 
And, as we pass onward, 
These joy-tinted days 
Will not lessen our feeling 
Tho rosy the way. 

Dorothy Dupell 

l>ti</<- twenty-nine 

Ave Salve Vale! 

Hail, salutations, farewell ! What a world of meaning can be read 
into this brief phrase. In these three short Latin words a whole lifetime 
could be summed up. Ave, Salve, Vale! If a person who was nearing the 
close of life should utter them, the emotion expressed in his voice might 
tell us the story of his life, of its heights and depths, its possible growth 
out of a fruitless, drab existence into a vital life, a life more rich, more 
abundant because of those heights and depths. We are still young, but 
surely in this same way the three years of college student's life might be 
elucidated by an interpretation of the words "Hail-salutations-farewell !" 

For the junior class these words have a special significance. They 
have not merely been said by us ; they have been lived vitally by us, in the 
sense that they express how we have felt during these past three years. 

We entered this college, and in so doing entered upon a new type of 
life. This was our Ave! At first, perhaps, the answer to our bright "Hail" 
seemed just an echo, a reflection of our own thoughtlessly hopeful youth. 
We expected a cheery Salve in response. Perhaps some of us heard just 
the neutral echo, a sound devoid of significance, merely to be heard and 
forgotten ; but most of us heard a sober note hinting of the struggles and 
difficulties to come. In it were undertones of disappointment as well as 
over-tones of hope and promise. We sensed a challenge and were unwill- 
ing to be happy on a minor note, to avoid the struggle, to miss the possible 
triumph of the full diapason of success. 

As we progressed in knowledge and education we knew the meaning 
of that Salve. It was the greeting of the present— the echo of the past— 
a greeting to the joys and sorrows, the mistakes and achievements of our 
school life. 

We are all individuals. Our pasts have been different, our futures 
undoubtedly will be divergent ones, yet our presents are comparably sim- 
ilar. We came together from widely dissimilar communities and families, 
with varying educational background, but we all came for a common pur- 
pose, the securing of an education so that we in turn might transmit that 
education to others. In obtaining that goal we have shared for three years 
a wide variety of experiences which, although we have kept through them 
all the mould of our own individualities, have served as a mortar cementing 
us together. 

As graduation time draws near, that murmur of Salve seems to have 
risen to a peal of joy, joy in attaining a portion of our goal, joy because 
it is good to be young and to be the center of attention, joy in the praise of 
our parents and friends who are concerned with our progress. 

And mixed with that emotion is another one, harder to define, yet 
deeply felt. It seems to be an intermingling of curiosity and expectancy, 
of doubt and hope as to what the future holds. 

Indeed we hear another salutation, Vale, which is not merely a fare- 
well to the past, but hail to the future; for most of us to another year of 
college, to real attainment, to another year of life which will bring work 
and play, laughter and sorrow. Today is not a day for unhappiness. We 
graduate tomorrow — yes — but it is not the end of college. It is a spur 
rather to greater effort in the future. 

page thirty 

To us, then, the word Vale does not mean an irrevocable farewell, 
for in the coming year there will begin again the cycle of Ave, Salve, Vale. 
It will mean that again we shall meet new experiences. We shall discard 
them, or absorb and incorporate them, and go on living more fully, saying 
in our own way what Tennyson has so beautifully expressed : 

"I am a part of all that I have met 
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' 
Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades 
For ever and for ever when I move." 

Dorm Chonard '37 


Let me tell you about John. He is a garage man, a mechanic. An 
ordinary man who fixes cars? Oh, no, not John. He is a genial German, 
generous in size and generous of heart, with a special gift for making 
friends. A few weeks ago I was grumbling to John about all the work we 
had to do up here, about the late hours we had to keep in preparing lessons 
for the training school, about the heartlessness of the teachers and about 
exams coming on. 

"But you always go back," said John. "If it's as bad as you say, 
why do you like it so well?" 

If that question were put to anyone of the students here, each heart 
would hold the same answer to the question of why we are content here. 

That which was said to be the secret of Charles Kingsley's life is the 
secret of our happiness. When asked by Mrs. Browning what it was that 
made his life beautiful, Kingsley replied, "I had a friend." There is noth- 
ing in life like friendship. It makes us strive for the best. It makes life 
beautiful and really worth living. 

At no time can a girl afford to be without a friend, especially when 
she is away at school. Each year she will have laughter and loveliness to 
share, and each year she will have tears to be dried, and so through cloud 
and sunshine she will be glad of someone to go hand in hand with during 
those four brief years. 

Several years ago a prize was offered for the best definition of a 
friend. The one which received the award was "A friend is the person 
who comes in when every other person has gone out". It is only a friend 
who can penetrate the inmost feelings of a heart with her silent sympathy. 
The heartbreaks of youth can be understood only by a mother or by 
youth, and if mother is not there, it is all-important to have a friend near 

Sometimes it's academic troubles, grades, deficiencies, perhaps a 
carefully planned lesson that is a failure in the training school. Again it 
may be personal relationships, when we have been hurt by, or hurt those 
with whom we work and play. These are the times when we are glad of 
that friend to whom we can open the locked doors of our hearts and re- 
ceive comfort for that soul aching and lonely. 

page thirty-one 

Not all people come to friendships in the same way. My earliest 
recollection of a friend, outside of my family, is of Marj. I think I was in 
the third grade in a new school. Marj had on a green dress. She sat in the 
middle row in about the fifth seat. I was alone. I had forgotten my lunch, 
and Marj shared hers with me. Today with a little child's prayer on lips 
I say, "Thank you, God, for making me forget my lunch, and giving me 
Marj." If you search into the past, memories of your friends-in-need will 
surge into your hearts. 

As we think back through these four years we can bring to mind the 
first acquaintances made here. Each will recall the Freshman Reception, 
when half timid advances were made to gain new acquaintances, the old 
study hall and its occupants, the dorm and its girls, the lunch room and 
those with whom we shared meals, Greylock hikes and the intimacies made 
then, basket ball games, plays and fellow-Thespians, picnic days and the 
pals we went swimming with. Each time we came together was an event 
because it meant a chance for deepened friendship. 

Samuel Johnson once said, "If a man does not make acquaintances 
as he advances through life, he will soon find himself alone. A man should 
keep his friendships in constant repair." 

John, my friend the mechanic, must know the parts of an automobile 
and how these parts fit into the scheme of things in order to do a good re- 
pair job. We, too, must know the cogs in friendship in order to keep it in 
constant running condition, ready to go out and climb the high roads. 

Our neighbor in Amherst whom we know as David Grayson remarks 
that "capacity for friendship increases. When a person's heart really 
opens to a friend, he finds there is room for two, and when he takes in the 
second, behold the skies lift and the earth grows wider and he finds there 
is room for two more". 

Our hearts have opened and our chain of friends is increasing. We 
relinquish the joy of our associations in this college with the hope that 
these friendships which have taken root here will in some measure be like 
this ivy. They are not mushroom plants which grow over night and 
shrivel and decay. Their growth is slow, but each spring when April 
comes round, you may be sure that there are new leaves sent out from the 
original plant to catch the sun. And, if in this long ascent the groping 
tendrils find some flaws in the wall, they will gently cover over rough and 
smooth alike and cling to it more tenderly. 

Winifred K. Smith '37 

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The stars in the luminous heavens, 
The moon so ethereal and white, 
Nature revealing her glory 
Of sea-breadth and mountain height ; 

Poplar trees, tall and slender, 
Willows, weeping and sad, 
The sunset aglow in the twilight 
Uplift our hearts and make glad. 

The ivy, too, bears its message, 

That tiny and humble vine; 

It symbolizes our feelings, 

Our faithfulness, staunch and fine. 

Though equally strong in courage. 
We start from beginnings small, 
But the greatness of all nature 
Is reflected in us all. 

Ivy that brings us a message 
Each year at Commencement time, 
You may be our inspiration 
As ever you upward climb. 

We hold fast to thee. Alma Mater, 
We too have a goal sublime; 
Your aim is our aspiration 
To attain in the fulness of time. 

With fidelity and with friendship 
Tenacious in every heart, 
We go out from our Alma Mater 
Regretful that we must part. 

However the years may divide us, 
The ivy that we plant here 
Shall remain forever to bind us 
To our Alma Mater dear. 

Rita Mead '37 

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President Alma Benedetti 

Vice-president Rovvena Pittsinger 

Secretary Heien Stokey 

Treasurer Evelyn Lucy 

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President Betty Neyland 

Vice-president Mildred Boyd 

Secretary Charlotte van Dam 

Treasurer Margaret La Fontaine 

As graduates of high school we felt proud of ourselves and confident in our own 
powers. But when we entered college, we discovered that our knowledge was negligi- 
ble and our inexperience vast. The new life that lay before us was to prove to be thrill- 
ing and impressive. 

The solemnity and mystery of those first days were lightened by our Big Sisters. 
Then they showed us how fine Big Sisters could be, but as we became more sure of 
ourselves, they asserted the prerogatives of sophomores and firmly but quietly made 
it evident that we were freshmen. On the occasion of the two social events of the year 
entrusted to the freshmen, the Hallowe'en Party and the Freshman Reception, we put 
forth every effort to prove that we were worthy to take our place in the life of our 
college. After our class election, we were given one vote in the legislative body of the 
school, the Student Council. Thus our first year ended, and in every heart there 
glowed a warm love for our new mother. 

Since that first year our affection and loyalty have steadily increased. As 
sophomores we took a more active part in school activities. It was our turn to play 
the role of Big Sisters, and we warmly and wholeheartedly welcomed our Little 
Sisters to college, hoping that the year before them would be as happy as ours had been. 

As juniors we began to feel the real significance of what might be implied in the 
term teacher. Our weeks in the training school were profitable ones, and happy in spite 
of being disconcertingly enlightening. During this year it was that the president and 
friend who had welcomed us to college was taken from us. But we wei'e soon to wel- 
come an old friend as the new leader of our school - President Bowman. 

These three years have been short, full years. They leave memories that will 
never dim: memories of friendships, parties, outings, intimacies. Next year may we 
prove to be seniors worthy of the name of true daughters of S. T. C. 

Margaret Lanoitr '38 

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President Virginia Belanger 

Vice-pi - e:ident Dorothy Whitcombe 
Secretary Rita Conway 

Treasurer Helen Donnis 


Hear ye! Hear ye! The second act of that great play "Class of '39" is just 
coming on the air. Act one ended on a happy note— new contacts, new friends, 
greater aspirations— a successful year! 

Vacation was pleasant, but returning to school was even better. As sophomores 
we had the privilege of opening the 1936-37 social season with our hop. Did you go? 
It was fun! We felt rather proud of our efforts. After our fling we settled down to 
a steadier pace. In fact, although we try to keep it secret, the sophomores studied. 
Be that as it may, Christmas came along. Several of us were in the Christmas play 
and all of us took willing parts in the Christmas-New Year holiday. 

The second semester started slowly. Routine once more claimed us but— we found a 
Cause— a trip to Boston. To this end, we devoted our spare time, first to a dance, and 
then to a bridge-whist. Both were worth our efforts. At present the fleeting moments 
are rushing by fast enough to keep our heads in, shall we say, a constant motion, mostly 
circular. But with a little luck, a fair amount of work, and a great deal of worry, 
we hope to enter successfully our junior year. 

V. B., 'J8 

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President Barbara Goodwin 

Vice-president Shirley Rudnick 

Secretary Elaine McCormick 

Treasurer Marie Piei'ce 


With an eager gleam in our eyes and an almost imperceptible trembling in the 
region of our knees, we, the freshmen, on a memorable day last September, presented 
ourselves to be noted coldly and casually as members of this institution. 

Before we had wandered long through the corridors, knowing none and unknown 
to all, our ever-thoughtful Big Sisters took us under a protecting wing and formally 
introduced us to the dictators of classroom and campus, the teachers and upperclassmen, 
at the Freshman Reception. 

Of course the sophomores, delighting in their transformation from the squelched 
to the squelchers, immediately started their hazing by presenting us with brilliant or- 
ange hair-ribbons and an obnoxious set of rules. Those perky bows, however, instead of 
imparting a feeling of insignificance, served only to emphasize the pep and individuality 
characteristic of the class, while the rulings became the cause of many a struggle in 
which the freshies always held their own. 

Then came our chance to show our capacities to the fun-loving members of the 
school. Black cats and witches, corn-stalks and dragons were the signals for starting 
the fun which extended through a hilarious evening. 

Early in our career we saw the need for better organization, so straightway set 
about electing a very efficient group of officers. (They needed to be efficient!) 

Suddenly we found ourselves plunged into a season of social events tempered by 
studies. Every club, every dance, every party had its freshmen. All the foolish esca- 
pades, startling reforms, and some of the worthwhile work could be traced to our enter- 
prising class. 

The spring brought with it the climax of our social attempts. For the freshman 
dance College Hall was transformed into a fairyland by deft fingers and brains. Cynical 
upperclassmen approached with supercilious attitudes, and, after a gala evening, left 
with admiration in their eyes. 

So closes a year packed full of all college can offer. We've come to treasure the 
traditions of the school, the guidance of the teachers, and the friendships of the students, 
and we only hope that in this vei'y brief time we've added something memorable, some- 
thing of value. 

Dorothy Stead '1,0 

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Assistant Editor 

Rita Mead '37 
Catherine Shea '37 

Associate Editors 
Mildred Boyd '38 Virginia Belanger '39 

Margaret Lanoue '38 Doris DuPont '39 

Florence Peltier '38 Jane Livermore '40 

Dorothy Stead '40 

Alumnae Editor 
Business Manager 
Assistant Managers 

Advisor ... 

Charlotte van Dam "38 

Shirley Champlin '38 

Winifred Smith '37 

Helen Donnis '39 

Miss Mary Underhi'.l 

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The Dramatic Club 


President Doris Chonai'd '37 

Vice-president Shirley Champlin ':J8 

Secretary Ruth Dennison '38 

Treasurer Marjorie Bower '39 

The main achievement of the Drama Club this year has been the presentation 
of a three act play of Noel Coward's, "I'll Leave It To You." The play was a success 
dramatically, we hope, and financially, we know. When Kathcrine Cornell decides at 
what date she will open in Boston, we hope to decide to go see her play in Candida. 
And when spring condescends to arrive, we shall go on a picnic. We couldn't enjoy 
it more than we did the Drama Club dinner, given on the occasion of the admission of 
the freshman members. Much of the talent displayed on that occasion must forever 
go unrecognized. Miss Underhill, our advisor, has asked as to say that she knows how 
super-insistent she has been in her pleas that we attend the best movies and read the 
plays we cannot go to see. To her question, "Wasn't it worth it?" we answer, 
vehemently, "Yes!" 

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W. A. A. 



Head of Sports 


Doris Bourdeau '37 

Charlotte van Dam '38 

Louise Long '39 

Mildred Boyd '38 

Helen Donnis '39 

The freshmen, informally introduced to our sports program by an invitation to 
a corn roast early in the fall, showed us immediately that they were eager and rarin' 
to go. In fact they were so anxious to make an impression that they even gathered 
wood with alacrity. It was not quite so lively a group, however, which, somewhat weak 
in the knees from climbing, viewed the immortal hills from the Greylock Beacon on 
our annual mountain day. Throughout the winter, the freshmen, influenced by the 
spontaneity of the three upper classes, continued to hold their own in all sports, being 
especially adept in basketball. 

With the arrival of snow, plans for a winter carnival were formulated. Although 
old King Snow failed us, the affair wasn't too much like Hamlet with Hamlet left out, 
for our fifty guests from our sister colleges helped us to make things lively. 

In March, in order that our social life should not be neglected, we sponsored a 
dance, and our members stepped to the syncopated rhythm of Harry Hart's orchestra. 
In May we offered congratulations to the sophomores for putting over such a pleasant 
Play Day in spite of the sun's failure to assist. And shall you ever forget how per- 
fectly grand Tiny looked as she was ushered to the throne on May Day? We all felt 
as if we were really ladies-in-waitinu' at the queen's court. 

Yes, it has been a busy year, packed full of all sorts of exciting events. Every- 
one has tried her best to live up to the motto, "A sport for every girl and a girl for 
every spoil." 

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The Student Council 

President Winifred K. Smith 

Secretary-Treasurer Margaret Lanoue 

The Student Council has tried to fulfill the objectives of its constitution; that is, 
to formulate and enforce regulations for student conduct, and to further the general 
interests of the student body. 

We were happy to welcome President Bowman to our school and to have him 
present at many of our meetings. We pledged him the support of the entire student 
body and tried to assist him in every way possible in his new responsibilities. We were 
also glad to welcome Miss Weston as our woman faculty advisor. 

Under the leadership of the Council, a new ring was designed and was adopted 
as the standard school ring. 

This year we thought that it would be a worthwhile activity for some of our 
members to attend the New York Conference. From the reports of the two delegates, 
it certainly proved to be a most valuable experience. 

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The Glee Club 


President Helen Gravelle '38 

Vice-president Louise Long '39 

Secretary-Treasurer Mary Kidney '39 

Librarian Dorothy Stead '40 

With Miss Lillian Boyden as its able director the Glee Club has enjoyed a full 
and enriching year. The height of its season's activities was reached on February 
twelfth at the concert to which the public was invited. A guest soloist, a double piano 
feature, a specially trained group of voices and choral speaking were presented, in 
addition to regular Glee Club numbers. 

On May fourteenth the club sponsored a concert given by Miss Agnes Deep in 
the College Hall. The Glee Club has also provided music for various college enter- 
tainments and exercises throughout the year, not the least of which was singing before 
the dignitaries of the state at the installation of our new president, Grover C. Bowman. 
The first week in June the members enjoyed a picnic. 

We of the Glee Club have had such pleasure in our activities of the year that 
we look forward with anticipation to 1937-38. 

Mary Kidney '39 

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Members of the String Ensemble 


Eleanor Wheeler '40 

1st. Violin 

Miss Beth Weston 

l.~;t. Violin 

Margaret La Fontaine '38 

2vd. Violin 




Ruth Dennison '38 

Louise Long 1 '39 

Irma Klammer '39 

Miss Lillian Boyden, Director 

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To write, or not to write - - that is the question; and what to write - - aye, there's 
the rub. Wait! I have an idea - - but it's gone. An untimely interruption in the 
shape of a West Highland terrier snuffs out the candle of genius and my mind is a 
blank. Just at present the aforementioned canine is audibly languishing his little 
heart out because of his inability to reach some brother doggies whom he hears outside. 
By dint of a little stretching, his paws just about reach to the window ledge and he 
pillows his head on the sill and emits agonized yelps and groans from the very depths 
of his doggish soul. 

I really believe he occupies an important position on the staff of the Dogtown 
Evening Gazette, so much of his time does he spend in gazing out of the window when 
he isn't poking his inquisitive little nose into anything and everything which doesn't 
concern him. 

A short time ago he developed an amazing fondness for cheese. It happened that 
in the course of his wanderings he came upon a mouse trap set and baited with a 
luscious morsel. Led on by the tantalizing odor of the delicacy, he proceeded to in- 
vestigate the trap. It was a whiskerless and badly frightened puppy who bolted up- 
stairs a second later and took refuge under his mistress' bed, from which place of 
safety he emerged later that afternoon a chastened and a wiser dog. Next day, so I 
am told, appeared in the daily publication of Dogtown an article warning all dogs who 
value their whiskers to beware of the delicious but alas! decidedly dangerous delicacy 
known as cheese. The article was signed "One Who Knows." 

But here comes Ruff, my big black setter, and with his advent all my hopes of 
peaceful concentration are dispelled. Ruff is the proud owner of two long, shaggy ears 
which are ever bones of contention between the two dogs. It may be that Granger is 
of the opinion that long, black ears would enhance his particular style of beauty or 
that the setter's ears were made expressly for his amusement. At any rate, he never 
fails to avail himself of an opportunity to pull them. And usually Ruff humors him 
good-naturedly. Occasionally, however, the big dog seems to have weightier matters 
at hand, and at these times he gently but firmly puts Granger on the floor and stalks 
off in stately dignity. But Granger, nothing daunted, tags along behind him, pulling 
at his hind legs and utterly spoiling the effect of Ruff's exit. So he frolics through life, 
now in, now out of all sorts of scrapes, romping his way into the hearts of the stoniest 
dog haters and gladdening them with his winsome ways. Oh, for the life of a dog, 
where science facts and English themes can hold no horrors! 

Rita Mead '37 


Yes, the old farm has been sold. That simple sentence holds -i world of meaning 
for me. My earliest recollections are of happy summer days at my grandfather's farm. 
In fact, part of every summer of my life has been spent there. Thinking about these 
unforgettable good times and knowing that they represent a closed chapter in my life 
(closed by the sale of the farm) makes me feel old. Old at seven teen sounds laughable, 
doesn't it? But my tenderest memories center about the old farmhouse and red barn. 
It can remember how even when I was very small, I was always anxious for summer to 
come so that we could go back there. We had such fun haying, berrying, and playing 
out-of-door games, or hiking to the nearby lake for swimming and boating, but the 
rainy days at the farm were best of all. We made the rafters ring with our shouts as 
we jumped in the hay, each daring jumper trying to out do the other. Speaking of 
daring brings to my mind the day our whole "tribe of kids" (as we called ourselves) 
walked the ridge pole of the barn! When we were tired of games and jumping, the hay 
loft with its cushiony, dusty sweet hay made a perfect spot for story telling. 

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Nothing very thrilling or exciting, you say. No, but those bright summer days 
form a golden chain of memories and the rainy days seem like tiny gems here and there 
in the chain. Yes, the old farm is gone, but the memories are mine to keep always. 

Beth Lane '£0 


Good night! Good n-i-ight! Voices waft back through the calm stillness, merry 
laughter fades away in the distance, and suddenly I find myself in the dim solitude of 
my own room. 

All the glamour of the dance seems unreal, a dream of the long ago. Vaguely I re- 
call a myriad of bright lights, the awe-inspiring straightness of the receiving line, 
and shining floors reflecting white shirt-fronts and colors from the gayest reds to the 
most delicate pastels. Above it all comes the strains of a dreamy waltz broken sud- 
denly by a bit of syncopation. Music rules every movement, every word, every thought. 
Bits of conversation, intricate steps, whirling, dipping, laughing, joking — on with the 
dance ! 

The chiming of a clock brings me back with a jerk to cold reality. The vision 
grows dimmer and dimmer, and the chintz curtains, once so admired and now so drab, 
become more and more real. I catch a fleeting glimpse of myself in the mirror. 
Startled, I pause. To whom belong the sparkling eyes, the rosy flush of excitement and 
the light, tapping feet? This gown, bright as the plumage of imaginary birds, this 
faint recollection of dancing on and on, — these can't be mine. 

Puzzled, I slide into my comfortable, yet somehow distasteful, bed. A feeling of 
let-down, one of slight disappointment and longing, invades my senses, only to be soon 
replaced with the dream. Gliding, laughing, turning, chattering — on with the dance! 

Do rot In/ Stead, 'J t 


Some of the items in the last issue caused minor furors. I await the results of 
these few gentle remarks. 

It seems a shame that some of the best dancers at a recent charity ball didn't 
return after intermission. It couldn't be that they didn't like the music. What then? 

Some requests have been made that one of our very talented young ladies compose 
a new song entitled "Rhapsody in Brown". No doubt she could do it. There's nothing 
like love to bring out the genius in a person. 

Congratulations to the lucky chap who has won the hand of one of our freshmen. 
Don't forget, Mrs. Bride-to-be, I have an invitation to your cabin in Maine! 

Here's news! At last the dorm will have more comfortable furniture. Can't you 
imagine sitting on a comfortable davenport before our fireplace? Well, there's no harm 
in imagining. 

The mailman didn't tell me, but then he didn't have to. Every day he leaves a 
letter written in a beautiful masculine hand for a senior girl. 

Some of our couples at dances are going Greta Garbo on us. It seems "they 
want to be alone." 

Fashion in some centers dictates zippers to be worn on almost every garment. 
New swing skirts have them; pockets are made bright by them; everyone wants them. 
Everyone but a member of the Drama Club play. 

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Now that full skirts are back, we'll all be looking around for escorts who can swing 
us to the graceful Strauss waltz. Right at present I can think of one in particular 
who would find favor in the eyes of one senior young lady. 

This strikes me as being a very good description. Life is like a huge wheel and 
we are like insects flying against it, giving it a push and then falling off to the ground. 

W. K. Smith '37 


The Higher Learning In America - - Robert Maynard Hutchins 

This book is one which should challenge us if for no other reason than the fact that 
we are representatives of the profession which President Hutchins attacks. The HigJier 
Learning in America is an educator's answer to the question, What is the matter with 
American education? Mr. Hutchins knows what the matter is with American univer- 
sities and he knows what to do about it. Throughout the four chapters of his book, 
he hurls merciless criticisms at our educational system and hands the public at large 
as well as the educational world a rebellious book of revolutionary theory. 

Mr. Hutchins asserts that our higher education suffers from chaos due to a love of 
money, a misconception of democracy, and an erroneous idea of progress. The emphasis 
of education has shifted from learning how to think to learning how to adjust one's self 
to an industrial society. The pursuit of truth is the aim which Professor Hutchins urges 
in the higher learning, for he believes that "real education is the cultivation of the 

Mr. Hutchins conceives a reformation by complete separation of general and liberal 
education from professional and technical education. The completeness of the separa- 
tion set us is indicated by such passages as: "I concede the probable necessity in some 
fields of practical training which the young man or woman should have befoi'e being 
permitted to engage in the independent practice of a profession. Since by definition 
this training cannot be intellectual and since by definition a university must be intel- 
lectual, this type of specific training for specific jobs cannot be conducted as part of 
the university's work." He suggests that technical and research institutes be created 
in connection with the university for students who wish practical training after com- 
pleting their general higher educational courses. 

This book represents a swing away from the practical and material toward the 
intellectual. Mr. Hutchins asks no more than that we think about the matter, and, 
if we agree, that we organize a few universities on the basis he suggests. As a mem- 
ber of the teaching profession, why not read this book and formulate your own opinion 
on the matter? 

Rita Mead '37 


Of late the movies have been grafting happy endings to moving pictures which 
definitely should not have them. Why is it so? A few years ago the great American 
public revolted against the trivial type of film that was being presented, and, as a con- 
sequence, we are seeing moving pictures of higher standards. . 

Shall we get true conceptions in our films only by another strong and insistent pro- 
test, or is it that the movie-goers as a whole really want their entertainment to end 
pleasantly? If it is true that the movie public in America stubbornly refuses to give up 
its idealism and become realistic to a certain extent, one might expect to see portrayed 
on the screen in the future plays like the goody-goody stories of our childhood wherein 
every villain is punished and every upstanding character amply rewarded. 

Doesn't it really rankle your soul to see a movie which ought, if it is depicted with 
fidelity to life and to the story from which it is adapted, to end unfavorably (for some), 
come triumphantly forth with a joyful finish? I hope that some day the taste of the 

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movie-goer will reach a higher level, that he will demand reality in pictures and will 
scorn those with silly, "ideal" happy endings. I don't mean that we should determinedly 
stamp out all our idealism. That would be impossible and even tragic. But we should 
try to see things with a little more realism, at least up to the point of understanding 
when the motion picture industry is insulting our intelligence. Trying to make us swal- 
low stuff that even children recognize and pass by as no good is undoubtedly just that, 
— insulting our intelligence. 

Mary T. Kidney '39 


"Tramp, tramp, tramp - the girls are marching " Marching where? Why, 

don't you remember? Marching home from the winter carnival. It was a good day for 
hitch-hiking though. By hook or crook (or was it some other method) we all got home 
in time for a huge dinner. 

Who doesn't believes in jinxes? Didn't Miss Weston break her ankle; didn't the 
weather man fail us? What about the truck that never got there, and what about 
Marg's ankle? 

Shall we ever forget the compliments about the Berkshire scenery, and the remarks 
about the "clear mountain air" in North Adams? The soft coal didn't matter to them. 
Some of the girls were so thrilled with everything that they got up at the unheard of 
hour of six to go for a hike before breakfast. 

The girls from Lowell were so talented that they composed songs on the spur of 
the moment. Remember how they sang in the dining room? Nothing rowdyish about 
their singing. Dorm girls ought to take note. 

More than one girl came away from the lecture by James Parker highly enthu- 
siastic over skiing, but no one has had a chance to improve her technique so far this 

Thanks again to the girl scouts of Williamstown for the use of their cabin. 
Wouldn't it be ideal if we could have a cabin off in the hills. Why not? 

Ann Berte '37 

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The new Christmas skis are covered with dust 
But sturdy and stanch they stand. 
And the tubular skates are brown with rust, 
And their straps are as crumbly as sand. 

Time was when the feathery snow fell fast, 
And the skiing was passing fair, 
But the Christmas time brought no icy blast- 
No wint'ry strife or care. 

"Now don't you go till I come," I said 
As gently I put them down. 
And skipping off to my downy bed, 
I dreamt of a snow-covered town. 

And as 1 was dreaming an angel song 
Came drifting, and made me blue. 
I now I know that the dream was wrong, 
But the new Christmas skiis are true. 

Aye, faithful to winter and cold they stand, 
Each in the same old place. 
Awaiting the grip of an icy hand, 
The smile of a happy face. 

And they wonder as waiting these long weeks through. 

In the dust of the attic stair, 

What has become of the ice and snow 

Since I carefully put them there. 

Botha Ray '38 
(per E. F.) 


Music is vain except it soothe the soul ; 
Beauty is lost except it stir the heart; 
Sound exists not unless it's heard and felt. 

Out of confusion 
Out of the choas 
Dawns a faint ray of light — 
A way out. 

No matter how dark 
No matter how hopeless 
Time brings solution — 
A way out. 

Out of unhappiness 
Out of disaster 
Come new pathways — 
A way out. 

Such fun it is to write 
Of this and that; 

T<> see the marks scratched on fresh white paper- 
Marks that run on and on. 

Suddenly to break in upon one's mind 
In startling freshness. 

What has been written? 

Each reader thinks he knows. 

M. N. 

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If I can trust myself 

To do what I would praise in others, 

To stay far from dishonor and deceit, 

To face the front and keep from turning backwards, 

And never boast myself by others fall. 

If I can trust myself - - 

Then, I am satisfied. 

Dorothy Stead '1,0 


I entered the magic garden 

The gate slowly closed behind me. 

As I looked ahead, 

I could see silver and gold trees ; 

Jeweled fruit hung from their branches; 

Further along, a slim mermaid spouted water, — 

Cool water, bitter water. 

It stung me into consciousness. 

I left the magic garden 

The gate slowly closed behind me. 

V. B. '39 


The snow is falling: 

It started silently, 

Each flake fell slowly, - - 

But now it covers the ground. 

A war has started : 

It came screaming out of the night, 

Each moment is fiercer, 

And now it covers the earth. 

I like the snow. 

V. Belanger '39 


The milky mist of morning 
Is rising from the sea; 
The cool and quiet waters 
Are beckoning to me. 

I'm free a while to wander 
Through weed and shell and sand ; 
The water soon will leave me - - 
I'm tied fast to the land. 

The sun is rising quickly, 
It's springing to the sky; 
It binds my mind to labor 
So back to work go I. 

V. Belanger 

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A-layin' in the corner 
A-wonderin' what to do 
A-lookin' at my home work 
And feelin' Oh! so blue. 

A-thinkin' of vacations, 
Of days and weeks sped by 
A-wonderin' if the homework 
Can be finished if I try. 

A-listenin' to the merry shouts 
Of friends, so light and gay, 
Then, a-doin' a little homework 
Just to end the weary day. 

Dorothy Stead '40 

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